Sunday, October 16, 2016

October


Michael Richmond photo
Heart of Vancouver Island

October
is a sun-struck tree
blazing proudly, briefly,
orange and crimson,
whipped by wind,
buffeted by rain,
till she is
left naked,
unmasked,
except for one last, curling,
dead-brown leaf,
that clings tenaciously,
till it slowly, painfully,
loses its grip,
and lets go
into the cold, unforgiving greys 
of November.


For Magaly's prompt at Real Toads: turn October into a poem.

16 comments:

  1. You have described the leaves perfectly.. that last leaf clinging is such a desperate image.

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  2. 'cold, unforgiving greys of November' sigh.. beautifully poignant ❤️


    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  3. Love her proud blazing - and the slow yet ceaseless rhythm in your words moving us from October to her colder sister, November. I want to cling to Oct and her leaves a bit longer, too..

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  4. Congratulations.
    Expressed so wonderfully

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  5. So lovely to share the light with you

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  6. October baring herself before November's frigid touch. Powerful image.

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  7. You have captured the essence of this transitional month!

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  8. The fig leaf? I write more poetry in autumn than any other time.

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  9. Yep - that's October - you nailed it!

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  10. I am that desperate clinging brown leaf. Wonderful poem, Sherry!

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  11. You have created a strong focal point in the last leaf, Sherry. I so enjoyed the read.

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  12. "into the cold, unforgiving greys of November"..... I don't even want to think about it.

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  13. She put up a good struggle, didn't she. I hope she enjoyed herself along the way. Ending with Halloween should be a blast for her, My BDay precedes. I will run away (I always do), could be I return for the grey.
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  14. November is unforgiving, isn't it?

    About Love Dogs - Jonnie left years ago - I wrote that in 2012 on my older blog. Schooner has held on for another year, despite thinking he was gone last year. But it's getting pretty grim. They lived/ live with my sons (no longer my house - theirs and their moms now). I get to visit anytime, though. Sweet dogs...

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  15. Oh tenacious October..she doesn't let go easily

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